Saturday, March 29, 2008

Walking restlessly to and fro,He looked through those iron bars with a frown.Captive he was of fate for now,And the reason for it he never did know.

His friend stood in a distance,Like a stranger from a land distant.All set to bid him adieu empty handed,Though he knew it was a debt that couldn’t be repaid.

When both friends and foe had left him to decay,This new found friend was his only solace in those murky days.All those moments they spent together till date,Seldom could his mind even try to erase.

He was by his side,In every step and every moment,Holding onto him was this new stranger and former friend,As he led him through all the way, till the day’s end.

Amity wasn’t just what his friend had breached,Gratitude had he none towards this tacit mannered beast.Today, he didn’t need his guidance or company.Because there was no more darkness cos he clearly could see.

A selfless life led this faithful confidant.Now his reward was to stay in a suburb pound far away.But to the world of fiends returned his selfish friendWithout his four legged vision which he once needed every night and day.

Before he was blinded by darknessAnd his canine companion led him everywhere.But now he was completely blinded by sightWhich showed him the pathway to go astray.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Running down the dark, cobble stone streetsBeating his chest with clenched fists,He cursed himself for what he just did.An irreversible deed and an act of deceit,He had shattered all trust that was bestowed on his circlet.

Drops of sweat trickled down from his foreheadAnd followed his tears as he wrathfully wept;A fear just then crept slowly into his heart,His lips turned dry and there was a bitter taste on his tongue.Gasping and panting he ran without looking back.

What would the world say for what he had just done?Would a curse fall upon him for generations to come?Perhaps, the skies would open up and a thunderbolt would strike.Or the earth would widen its jaws and swallow him inside.These were the questions that he pondered of in his mind.

Into the wilderness he ran non-stop,Over rocks, broken branches, twigs, bushes and thorny shrubs,Just about crossing everything that came in his path;Slipping, falling, crawling and leaping,He stopped at a spot where not a single soul was in sight.

Alone he stood in pitch darkness filled with remorse,Thinking aloud why he committed such a impious thing.Memories from past rushed into his mind,When he used to converse with his friend for hours,Whom he had now handed over with a betrayal kiss.

Slowly the night faded giving way to crimson rays;And he took the final leap to the bottomless depths.Empty handed; Letting go the ransom: 30 pieces of silver.As it could never match the price, whichfor all humanity, his friend had paid.

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Amit Charles B. aka Scribbler is an authentic Bangalorean (since 1982), who found and got hitched to his Muse recently. He now owns a scribble pad, a camera, a casual wardrobe and a detuned guitar with corroding strings.
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